Braveboy: The Untouchable Horse

Memories

Chapter Two: Memories

I used to live on a small farm on its own in the middle of nowhere. Blossom trees lined the long gravel road leading up to the ivy covered cottage, my paddock was set just before the house. My owner Emily lived inside the house with her grandpa. Emily had been nagging for years for a pony to put in the paddock and to fill the old stable on cold nights, so when her grandpa finally said yes, they went to the local horse auctions were I was being sold by the local gypsy’s who had stolen me from my breeders. The gypsy life was a cruel one, as I was just tethered by a rope, outside in all weathers with just a small patch of grass and water once a day, before they took me a week later to the auctions.

I lived outside in most weathers with just my heavy winter rug, although I never have liked thunder, I think it’s the bangs that scare me the most. I will always pace up and down the fence, chewing up the ground with my hooves. Many of times I have jumped out and they have found me eating the vegetable garden out the back, so I now get put in the stable in bad weather.

Emily would always ride me after school, either to hack out or jump the makeshift cross-country course, or do some schooling. Every day it seemed that Emily was getting heavier and heavier for me to carry and I noticed I was refusing more and more at the jumps. It was only when the elegant, silver horse box came rattling up the driveway that I knew that Emily was selling me.